I miss you
i miss the way you looked at me
the way you touched my hair
i miss all the smiles
even though i acted like i didn’t care
i miss your hugs and our talks at night
i miss your smell
and everything that felt right
i miss how you kissed me
and i miss your touch
i miss everything about you
i miss how we fucked
i miss your breath
even when it smelled bad
i miss our awkward moments
in the shadows of the night
i miss your giggle
when everything felt right
i miss that you’re gone
that you’ll never be back
i miss that i can’t control life
and all the sucky things that come with that
i miss the truths and dares
and i miss playing ball
i miss you everyday
i get a call
i miss your smell and the way you made me feel
but most of all i miss your touch and wishing you were real.
there is no other way to feel
why do i miss something that wasn’t real?
©kristin nicole – 2012
This poem was written for a friend, she told me how she felt about a lost love, and I put it into words for her. Enjoy.